[He opens his mouth to say something, just at the height of her arrangement: bewilderment scrawled tight across his expression, intermingled with a sense of urgency— dulled fingertips curling as though he's pressing himself towards movement—
But as she nears the completion of her shelter, his eyelids flutter, functions wilting and stuttering against his every conscious will. His shoulders slump, head dropping, drifting into a precautionary mode of reduced functionality, designed to protect the most vital of his functions.
Somehow, the last fading recesses of his awareness aren't comforted by the idea that if he dies here, he'll at least have a very nice shrine surrounding him.]
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But as she nears the completion of her shelter, his eyelids flutter, functions wilting and stuttering against his every conscious will. His shoulders slump, head dropping, drifting into a precautionary mode of reduced functionality, designed to protect the most vital of his functions.
Somehow, the last fading recesses of his awareness aren't comforted by the idea that if he dies here, he'll at least have a very nice shrine surrounding him.]